It's been a while since the rock sculpture at City Ave. and Conshohocken State Road was knocked down. I'd actually become comfortable that it would stand the trials of time and location forever. Ah, foolish me. Today I went by on my way to my mother's place and was shocked to find it knocked over. After seeing Mom, I returned to the scene of the crime to re-build the sculpture. I had it almost complete and was making slight improvements when I looked up and saw a Lower Merion police car with an officer staring at me.
How much trouble could I be in? (I mean these are MY rocks!) Yet, the property they're on belongs to someone else. I casually stroll over to the officer's window and try to explain what I was doing. (Like what the hell am I doing?) Why I'm gardening! I have on my gardening gloves and I'm weeding and cleaning out the small island in which I've built the rock sculpture.
It's all good with officer Frank. And since I'm a citizen of Lower Merion, we have a nice discussion about everything except politics and trespassing. Frank is really a decent guy (and probably a better than decent cop). He warns me to be careful as the neighborhood isn't quite as nice as where I live. He shakes my hand and heads off to find more credible criminals. (I have really lousy cred in the 'hood.)
I, also, went back to Media Lima Dental to re-build the sculpture there. It ended up with fewer rocks, but being more stable. I'm working on better stability, so I don't end up re-building over and over...
Which is why I've thrown in a couple of pictures of the sculpture at Ardmore Ave. and Lancaster Ave. The same person/people knock it down every night. And I re-build it every morning. I'm meeting a lot of people who like my sculptures, since I'm right there every morning re-building this one. (Isn't the definition of crazy "doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result")? Well, there I go.